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"SELEK'S AND T'AITLU'S REVENGE...BEST SERVED COLD"

or

"NEVER LEAVE NAKED VULCANS ALONE (IN THE COLD)

Recalled and Recorded by... T'Aitlu & Selek

Vulcans have excellent eyesight and can move silently. They are also trained in deadly hand-to-hand combat from a young age. They are not a people to anger or annoy as they have long memories. These memories are often passed from generation to generation if the offense is not satisfied. So if you find yourself in a position where you must chose sides, chose the side of the Vulcans or you will regret it for the rest of your lineage... unless they manage to get revenge on you before you die.

There is the crux of this tale.... a Rihansu that stranded two Vulcans in the dark, deep recesses of a cold cave and also left them naked... that, is something you just don't do to a Vulcan!

The petite Rihansu was unsuspecting of the attack when she returned to her place of thought and creativity. She had, if unsuspecting, annoyed two Vulcans that she knew.

She felt the touch on her cheek first then as she turned she smiled and then the darkness took her.

The tall male Vulcan held her easily in his arms. He turned to face his partner who had equal success with the Vulcan muse that the Rihansu traveled with.

Together they took their victims into the dark bedroom and conducted a little 'torture' of their own devising. Now mind you, Vulcans are very logical people but logic can be used to validate even the strangest of ideas.

"You have it?" Selek said quietly as he laid their victims on the bed. He reached over to the other body as they positioned them back to back. He looked to his 'partner in crime'.

She reached into the small pouch she carried and withdrew a coil of silk roping, feathers, incense and candles.

He raised an eyebrow. "You thought of everything."

She bowed her head slightly. "I am honoured, S'haile." She handed him the candle, incense and the lighting unit along with the holder. She busied herself with her task, stripping then tying Salatrel and her muse, Vorik, together, unable to be separated to any degree because of the silk bindings.... that is unless one moved in just the right way.... but if one moved, the bindings would tighten on the other. Delicate work.

The candle was lit, as was the incense and in no time the room was filled with Vulcan pheromones and sandalwood. Selek breathed in the heavily scented air and began to experience his own urgings. He found his control. "You have the honour of beginning."

"As you wish, S'haile." T'Aitlu busied herself with the preparations for the slow and delicious torture. Feathers, a length of silk fabric and massage oil became her tools. She knelt beside the bound couple. She reached to the female's face and with a touch in her thoughts, woke her. "She is awake." She looked to the master as he paced.

"Proceed." He changed the path he walked so that he might watch a little easier.

T'Aitlu drew the feather down Salatrel's bare arm then watched as she shivered.

Salatrel moved her arm then she heard a moan behind her. She felt the warmth. "Vorik?"

"It is the last time I do not go home to Raven." Vorik was not pleased at this situation. "And do not move." He attempted to look down at the bindings. "What have you done now, Salatrel?"

"I have done nothing. It is these two." She looked to T'Aitlu and then stretched to see Selek pacing. "What is wrong with him?"

"Sandalwood... can you not smell it?" Vorik was breathing deeply.

T'Aitlu drew another line down her bare arm with the feather. "Rihansu are not affected as easily." She had felt the stirrings this had caused in her, but she remained attentive to her duty. She continued to tease and tickle Salatrel.

Salatrel tried to grab for the feather, Vorik grabbed her wrist awkwardly.

"Do not move."

"Why not?"

"Every movement you make, affects him. Every movement he makes, affects you." T'Aitlu calmly explained as she reached to include Vorik in her administrations. "Something different perhaps." She reached in her bag for the thermal container that contained ice cubes. She took one out then ran one along Vorik's thigh. He shivered and Salatrel moaned.

"I understand now." She did not believe it was fair for Vorik to remain through this. "Let him go to Raven."

T'Aitlu looked over to Selek for direction. Selek nodded. She began to undo the bindings around the Vulcan, her hands careful not to come into contact with him. She fastened the bindings once again to hold Salatrel in place. She looked to Selek who was now conversing with Vorik, now dressed. He indicated with a motion of his hand that she should continue.

T'Aitlu took another ice cube and began to trace patterns on Salatrel's skin until it had melted. "Do not move, Salatrel," she stated plainly then returned to the feather, which was being dipped in the oil and continued drawing on Salatrel's skin. The oil was dripped onto the most interesting of places and then with the exposure to the air...it began to warm, as was the nature of the oil. That is why it was chosen.

Selek had moved closer to the two females. His urges aroused yet again by these two and the sandalwood in the air. He watched with interest as T'Aitlu trailed the liquid down the other's body. He could smell the oil and its scent only inflamed him more. "That is?"

T'Aitlu lifted the feather drawing it down the side of his face. "It is Deltan pheromones. Do you approve?"

Selek said nothing except to lift an eyebrow. He watched only a few moments longer before his urges became too much. He opened his robe, brushing Salatrel's arm with the fabric. He had Salatrel's attention now. He began to slowly stroke himself, a soft moan escaped him and he closed his eyes reveling in the pleasure his actions evoked.

Salatrel watched her TaskMaster's hand as the length was stroked slowly. She called to him offering her services if he untied her.

He leaned down slightly as he continued to stroke his hardening penis. "It is I that determined that you should be tortured. Why would I wish to free you? You left T'Aitlu and I here without direction." He shook his head slightly as he straightened. "That will not do, Salatrel."

"Yes, TaskMaster." Her eyes begin to widen as she continued to watch Selek pleasure himself. His breathing had deepened as another low moan escaped his lips.

"Allow me, S'haile..." T'Aitlu reached across the bed to his parted robe. Her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock and began to match the rhythm Selek had begun.

"Closer." He whispered to her and she knelt on the edge of the bed. He reached over and opened her robe then began to knead her breasts. He lowered his mouth and took one into the hot cavern.

Salatrel looked from one to the other as the moans grew and Vulcan words were whispered. How could she not watch as T'Aitlu's robe was slipped off then Selek's hands traveled down her body pulling her closer as his fingers slipped into her. Salatrel drew in a deep breath and was filled with the scent from both of them and the pheromones that now covered her.

Salatrel began to feel the reactions in her body as they continued. She moved against the bindings and the resulting effects were quite stimulating. The silk rope rubbed against her nipples and as she squirmed, the cord that had been placed just so, began to irritate her clit in a most pleasing way. Her soft moans mixed with the others.

"This is torture!" Salatrel moans.

"I believe that was the intent..." Vorik stated as he stood behind T'Aitlu. He brushed her hair aside then tasted her neck. She moaned from his touch. "It appears that serving as a Task Master has it's...advantages, S'haile Selek." He breathed in the scents and began to feel his body reacting. "I am most eager to learn."

Vorik wrapped his arms around T'Aitlu and cupped both breasts in his large hands. With Selek's fingers pumping in and out of her womanhood, her hand wrapped around Selek's throbbing penis, and her breasts being manhandled by Vorik, there was a danger of sensory overload. T'Aitlu concentrated on Selek's hard cock in her hand. She had the power of pleasure for both the males if she chose to use it. She so chose. She released Selek's cock and pushed back against Vorik, forcing him to take a step backwards. She stood up beside the couch and beckoned Vorik to follow her. He did so eagerly, as he was now very aroused.

"Have we finished what we set out to do, S'haile?" T'Aitlu asked.

"I believe we have made our point, T'sai."

All three Vulcans looked at the couch and its occupant. Salatrel was squirming frantically against her bonds which were rubbing her nipples and clit. The rope at her groin was slick with her fluids and she didn't seem to notice anyone else in the room. Her eyes were closed and her lips parted. Her breathing was ragged as she vigorously humped the rope.

"Then perhaps Vorik can assist Salatrel in her need, and I can attend you, Selek," she purred.

"That would be acceptable. Vorik, untie the Romulan and do what you think best with her. I leave her to you." Selek ordered.

"Thank you, S'haile." Vorik said as he fell to his knees and untied the squirming figure. Once untied, Salatrel grabbed his clothing and ripped off his shirt. She sucked on his nipples, first one then the other.

Vorik rolled her sensitive nipples between his finger and thumb and the other hand slid down her body and cupped her essence. She thrust against his hand and he slipped in two fingers. He pumped his fingers into her as she undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. Vorik kicked off the offending trousers and climbed onto the couch.

Salatrel spread her legs wide, one foot on the floor and the other leg draped over the back of the couch. She settled herself into the comfortable position then invited the Vulcan closer.

Vorik lowered himself down onto her and positioned the head of his green, steel-shafted cock at her opening. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, not surprised when her tongue pushed its way into his mouth.

Salatrel begged him to enter her, and with one quick thrust, he buried himself up to the hilt. He started thrusting slowly, but her pumping against him sped up his rhythm. His cock pistonned in and out of her until she arched her back and flooded his penis with her fluids. She kept whispering his name over and over again as he released his seed deep into her. He slumped on top of her and held her in his arms as his cock softened and slipped out of her. They lay on their sides, so he wouldn't crush her with his heavier mass.

As Vorik and Salatrel were fucking on the couch, Selek and T'Aitlu had moved to one of the oversize chairs. T'Aitlu sat on the chair and Selek stood in front of her, his cock conveniently at mouth level. T'Aitlu tenderly kissed the tip which elicited a drop of pre-cum. Selek gazed at T'Aitlu in admiration as she took his length into her mouth. He started pumping her mouth slowly then in a husky voice suggested, "Since I can't reach you yet, pleasure yourself so I may watch."

T'Aitlu's eyes widened at this request, hesitated then noted his dark eyes pleaded with her. Slowly, her had slid down her smooth, flat belly and sought its destination. She spread her legs as wide as she could and fingered herself slowly. She found her clit and rubbed it possessively. Her fingers entered her and alternated between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. Her eyes closed as Selek was still pumping her mouth. He pulled himself out of her mouth and fell to his knees. He slapped her hand away gently as he lowered his hot mouth to her clit and began to suck it into the hot cavern.

T'Aitlu fell back in the chair with a sigh as she splayed herself wantonly. Selek thrust his tongue deep into her entrance as she bucked against this glorious invasion. Her fingers intertwined in his hair, her hand closed into a fist and she moaned his name.

Selek pulled her ass to the edge of the chair and positioned his cock so that with one lunge, he would impale her. She moaned as he buried his cock deep into her. He pumped his hips frantically as he sought his release. T'Aitlu met him, thrust for thrust. She threw her head back and emitted a long, low groan as she climaxed around his pumping cock. Her muscles contracted, squeezing his manhood and milking the semen out of it.

Selek grunted as he continued to buck his hips to get that last drop of cum milked out of him. He arched his back and the last of his fluid shot into her. He relaxed and slid out of her gently. They both looked at each other, reveling in their gazes, which traveled up and down each other.

Salatrel and Vorik lay crumpled on the couch. They disengaged themselves from each other and stood up. They looked over at the TaskMaster, whose penis was totally enclosed by T'Aitlu's sex, and Vorik felt a familiar stirring in his groin.

"Perhaps we should clean up a bit, " Vorik offered.

T'Aitlu gazed into Selek's eyes, leaned forward slightly and whispered, "This is not the way it was suppose to happen, S'haile."

He lifted an eyebrow. "You disapprove?"

"Not entirely." She licked her lips slowly. "But perhaps we should examine our procedures to determine..."

"Again? You wish to do this again?"

T'Aitlu leaned back in the chair, "We are after all.... Vulcan."

"What would you suggest, T'sai?" Selek panted, still catching his breath from their previous encounter but definitely interested. The sandalwood had most effectively accomplished the goal.

"What about a position change?" T'Aitlu breathed. Selek arched his eyebrow and nodded for her to proceed.

Salatrel sighed. "That sounds like the perfect idea. We can break in the new shower...." The shower had been newly installed for just this reason.

"That would be acceptable," Vorik said as he took Salatrel's hand and guided her to the shower, looking over his shoulder as Selek and T'Aitlu changed positions on the chair.

T'Aitlu stood up and motioned for Selek to sit in the chair. He did so and leaned back, concentrating on erotic thoughts to encourage his erection. She lowered herself onto his lap, delivering a passionate kiss as she settled herself gently against Selek's penis, still too soft to enter her without hurting him. She stroked his chest and rubbed his erect nipples with her palms.

Selek sat up to bury his face in her ample cleavage tasting a hint of the Deltan pheromones that had somehow transferred to her skin. He licked her breasts and tongued her nipples to erection. He wrapped his arms around her and kneaded her ass cheeks with his large, sure hands. He continued to tongue her nipples, suckling like an infant from one breast to the other. She moaned softly encouraging this activity as she brushed her lips in his hair.

T'Aitlu threw her head back and started to rock her hips against his burgeoning erection. One hand rubbed his nipples while the other sought his firming erection. She lowered her mouth and kissed Selek hard. Hungrily, her tongue parted his lips, then explored his mouth, fencing with his tongue. He returned the passionate kiss with fervour and reamed her mouth thoroughly with this tongue. This back and forth darting of their tongues coincided with the pumping of his hard shaft with her hot hand. Selek tore his mouth away from hers and rasped "Let me enter you...!"

T'Aitlu raised herself and moved his penis to her wet, warm opening. She slowly slid down his shaft with her sex until he was fully engulfed. She slowly raised herself up again, just until the tip was still within her and lowered herself down again. She continued this until Selek thrust his hips up to meet hers. He rocked to her rhythm, but she controlled the rate. When he moved too fast, she simply sat on his lap, pinning him down. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Control Selek...let us make this last." Her paired fingers stroking his face to calm him.

Selek would settle down and let her control their actions. After several minutes of this, Selek couldn't control his orgasm any more. He took over the rhythm and sent them both into ecstasy. Their combined fluids exploded from their bodies and dripped down T'Aitlu's legs to pool in Selek's groin.

"As I said...we are Vulcans!" T'Aitlu exclaimed as she leaned against his chest in total satisfaction.

Vorik and Salatrel entered the bathroom and she adjusted the water for their mutual comfort. They moved into the spacious shower and rinsed under the pelting spray. Vorik filled his palm with soap and ordered Salatrel to face him. She did and he soaped her down, starting at her neck. When he reached her breasts, he soaped one carefully, thumbing the nipples until they stiffened. Salatrel moaned under his ministrations and tweaked his nipples in return as she began to rock her hips.

Vorik held her away from him as he continued to soap her belly and, finally, her pubic hair. He reached down and cupped her vagina, slipping in two soapy fingers. Salatrel arched her back so he could bury his fingers deeper into her.

Salatrel reached for his semi-erect member and began to rub her thumb across the tip, causing his cock to jump. She let him go and lathered her hands in the sandalwood soap. She grabbed his cock with one hand and rolled his balls with the other one. Vorik moaned then his knees threatened to give out, but he remained standing. Salatrel grinned at his discomfort and continued soaping his crotch. Vorik ceased in his lathering of her body and cupped her ass with his free hand. He held her upright as he continued to finger-fuck her. Their breathing became more laboured and Vorik finally gasped, "Turn around, face the wall."

Salatrel complied, placing both her hands on the wall, the spray hitting her in the face. She bowed her head so she wouldn't drown and felt his heat as Vorik position himself behind her. She arched her back, jutting her ass out so Vorik would have an easier time entering her. He looked at the spectacle she was presenting him with and lovingly caressed her with strong hands. Salatrel wiggled her ass at him, begging him in a shaky voice to complete the union. Vorik stepped up to her and easily slipped in. Her moans only served to spur him on. He began to slowly rock his hips as Salatrel thrust back to meet his movements. Her juices that flowed from her mingled with the water of the shower.

Vorik breathed in the heady smell of her sex. He reached around her and fingered her clit as his rock-hard cock thrust in and out of her with a steady rhythm.

Salatrel's hands clutched the wall, as her movements became more frantic. She could feel her climax building up in her belly. It was as if her entire being was centered in her groin and reveled in the sensation of Vorik's thick cock pumping her. She bucked backwards, demanding that he fill her more than he was already. He was ramming her with his rod and furiously fingering her clit. The sensations were overwhelming and her climax burst forth.

Vorik continued his ramming, as he was so close, so very close! His seed spurted from his cock deep inside Salatrel. He growled her name and clutched her hips with both hands as his cock jumped inside of its warm, wet cocoon.

At that moment, Selek and T'Aitlu entered the shower. They noted the spectacle before them and looked to each other, amused and oddly enough aroused again.

"Perhaps they have something here, T'sai. What do you think? Should we join them, or have you had enough?" He was aware that the question was somewhat redundant.

"It would be most interesting, in the name of research of course, to experience many types of sexual fulfillment, would it not, S'haile?"

"Indeed it would," Selek stated, stepping into the spray and in front of Salatrel. Salatrel gasped, she had not heard the TaskMaster and his consort enter the shower. Vorik looked slightly embarrassed, but his control was restored quickly. "May we join you?" Selek asked them both.

"We would be honoured, T'sai, S'haile," Vorik said.

With that, Salatrel knelt in front of Selek and took him into her mouth. She started sucking his tip and using her hand to stroke him slowly. T'Aitlu looked to Vorik, who knelt in front of her and started to lick her clit and vaginal lips, spreading them with his fingers. T'Aitlu sighed as the sensations reached her brain.

Selek was starting to rock into Salatrel's mouth. "She's very talented..." Selek breathed to T'Aitlu.

"As is Vorik," she gasped as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Vorik looked up at her and his eyes smiled. He was pleased that he could evoke such a response in T'sai T'Aitlu.

Selek and T'Aitlu leaned toward each other and kissed passionately. Selek's tongue roamed inside her mouth as she sucked his tongue all the way in. Selek's hand reached for T'Aitlu's large breast and kneaded it gently. He tweaked her nipple, which caused her to buck into Vorik's mouth. Vorik held her hips and breathed in her heady musk as he shoved his tongue into her as deeply as he could. He lapped up her juices as fast as she could produce them.

Selek's cock was being sucked as thoroughly as it had ever been by Salatrel's talented, hot mouth. His hips rocked his cock deeper into her mouth as his other hand grabbed a handful of Salatrel's hair. Her mouth was so tight around his cock that the sensation was like fucking a virgin. He gasped when Salatrel gently cupped his balls and rolled them around with her fingers.

T'Aitlu knew that her knees would give out soon, but did not want Vorik to penetrate her. She wanted only the TaskMaster. She shoved Vorik away, grabbed Selek's arm and yanked him towards her.

Salatrel wisely let go of Selek's cock as it was ripped from her mouth. It would not do to injure the TaskMaster.

T'Aitlu growled at Selek. "I want you. Now." She faced the wall and Selek approached her as an animal would his prey. He grabbed her breasts from behind and dug his fingers into the warm tender flesh. He growled and rammed his cock deep into her. They had both lost their control and at this point neither cared.

Vorik and Salatrel watched the spectacle unfold in front of them, both admiring the elders' endurance, Salatrel stroking Vorik's cock and Vorik sliding a finger languorously in and out of her.

Selek slammed his cock in and out of T'Aitlu as fast and as deep as he could... She pushed back toward him, with the same intensity which doubled the sensations they both were feeling. With a yell, Selek shuddered and came with a force he rarely felt. His hot cum splashed into T'Aitlu then drained out of her, covering her legs. The water from the shower washed away the evidence of his taking her.

T'Aitlu came with a ferocity seldom experienced among Vulcans outside of pon farr. She collapsed. If Selek had not caught her, she would have hit her face on the wall and Selek would have also been injured as his cock was still nestled tightly in its sheath of hot flesh. They both sank slowly to the ground after which Selek slid his member out of her.

Vorik and Salatrel masturbated each other as they watch this unfold. Their climax happened soon after the elders' did. Vorik splashed semen on the walls of the shower and Salatrel's juices flowed down her legs. They, also, sank to the ground, satiated. Salatrel reached up and turned off the water. "We don't want to look like prunes, do we?" she asked innocently.

*****

There was a collective sigh in the room.

Taurik closed the hand bound edition and looked out at the small audience of newly arrived kitausu. He cleared his throat. "That is the quality of description and intense activity that is required. Come even close to it and you are well on your way to your first credit towards your goal."

A young red-haired female looked up to him. "S'haile Taurik, may we use you as a subject of desire?" She smiled sweetly.

Taurik clenched his jaw for a moment, he hated it when he had to take on this beginner's class. "You may use any individual you wish, providing..." he looked to the other eager faces, "Can anyone else tell me what is necessary?"

The human female, that sat closest to him, raised her hand first. She was relieved when she was chosen. "The disclaimer."

"Yes. This is most important. One would not wish to infringe on The Powers That Be."

A soft gong sounded in the background. Taurik held up his hand to keep their attentions. "Remember. Quietly. There are those that are disturbed by noises. Do not trip over those that are chained." He saw a few heads bob in response. "Off to the writing room."

He sighed with relief as the females left him quickly. He crossed the room and was about to replace the edition when a hand stopped him. His head bowed as he released the book. "TaskMaster Selek."

"So Taurik, is there one that is at least promising in that lot?" Selek ran his fingers across the lettering that had been burned into the binding. "This is a good example to use. Did they appear to enjoy it?"

Taurik nodded. "Most assuredly, S'haile. Time will tell if there is another prize among them. The light-haired human has possibilities. If I may take my leave, my mate is waiting for me."

Selek nodded and waved him off as he opened the book and began to read remembering as he did the writing of it. He smiled slightly then looked across the room and into the open doorway that led into the writer's conclave. He was pleased when he saw her stop and turn to face him. T'Aitlu bowed her head; he returned the gesture. He promised himself that, one day soon, he would invite her again to his room and spend hours writing as they did with this.

The hand-bound book was returned to its place. Selek lifted the hood of his robe to return to walking among the kitausu-divinsu and the plethora of smut stories they would produce, eager for the TaskMaster's approval.

And so ends another tale from the dark caverns of the K'hansian Tauk shi'Kitausu-divinsu (Vulcan Caverns of the Writer-servants).

Finis

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